Gazing through the blank void
The past seems to recall
And the drop of the moment
Suddenly appears to stall
Echoing within the ears
Lost words reverberate
With their source evaporated
The soul chooses the lonely gait
Pondering over the missing piece
Of the jigsaw-puzzle game
The original picture is so obscure
That solutions are never the same
Emotions try to seep through
The silent pair of eyes
The ghost of the self recoils back
Shoving away back to where it lies
Confined within the sphere of air
That feels not of now
A mind dies in its depths
Accompanied by the soul somehow
But the physique resurrects
Followed by the mind in deep gall
Knowledge of the fact now ushers
That the puzzle was never played at all...
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depressing poetry...
pretty much poems thas bout it